We Were Liars by E. Lockhart is utterly terrifying. Chilling. Beautiful. Captivating. Thrilling.
It’s a very hard book to swallow. (Caution: Spoilers ahead)
Starting this book I thought I was being pulled into an easy world of spoiled kids on a private island; one of them trying to regain her memories. It was all just a swimming accident. That’s what I legitimately thought. And then things slowly starting coming to light. The memories. The injuries. The fire. The dogs. The deaths. Suddenly I was completely swept under by the horrors of Beechwood Island that were both tragic and righteous. Learning everything that had happened was like being slowly enveloped in darkness; being drowned; being burned (ha.) Once I was introduced to the reality of Summer Fifteen I couldn’t stop reading. I had to finish. After I knew that Mirren, Johnny, and Gat (amazing, dear, wonderful Gat) were dead, the rest of the story was a spiral of grief. I honestly don’t know how to write a review worthy of this book. It was haunting.
The Liars forever and always.
With Smiles (and chills),
Ivy B. Lake